third wheel

So I've resided to the fact that this weekend I will be the third wheel, and not just any third wheel, a foreign third wheel.

My roommates fiance from Mexico arrived this afternoon and is spending the weekend with us. Now, my roommate is totally awesome and her fiance seems to be wicked cool as well, but he doesn't really speak English and I don't really speak Spanish.

My roommate has made it clear that I am more than welcome to hang out with them the whole weekend but I have to wonder if I want to be that person. First in that equation is being the third wheel. Who ever wants to be the third wheel?

I remember back in high school being the third wheel on new years eve.
Try to imagine that one. Adrienne in her most awkward years sitting on a couch with her friend and her friends boyfriend waiting for the ball to drop. Then imagine the ball dropping and the couple kissing and Adrienne sitting there cuddled up with a dog as her only companion. The real sad part of the story was that the evening was supposed to be a double date of sorts but being the awkward person that I am, I didn't speak to my boyfriend (literally was too awkward to ever say more than a few words to him) and I just assumed that he knew to be there because my friend was dating his best friend and I thought the plans were relayed to him. Anyways, point of story, I could have avoided being the third wheel if I wasn't so awkward. Now I am grown up and slightly less awkward so perhaps I don't have to put myself in this situation. Being the third wheel is just a bit sad.

Add the fact that I can't speak their language and not only is it sad, but its just a challenge. Just earlier evening when I got home I was able to communicate a simple greeting but was left totally dumbfounded when I got his reply. My roommate had to act as translator. This went on for the next hour, everything spoken in Spanish and getting translated into English for those who didn't try hard enough in high school Spanish class.

It's one thing to be a third wheel but to need everything translated just makes me a stick in the mud.